If you have popped into my blog in the past, you will know that I love to share photographs from the 1970's. Well, this time round, instead of sharing someone else's photographs and memories, I thought I would reach into the vault and share a few of my own.
My mum and dad used to own a huge caravan on a block of land in the beach side town of Anglesea, along the Great Ocean Road in VIC.
I have great memories of Summer holidays and Easters spent down at the Caravan in Anglesea when I was little. And perhaps the fond memories of these holidays spent with my family, are where alot of my love for the 70's & 80's comes from.
The caravan was great fun - except for the odd hairy Huntsman spider dropping in from the huge Gum Trees above it, and the 'Deb' powdered mash potato that mum used to dish up at dinner time. Foul.
There was an outhouse up the back of the block in a tin shed, but as I was the littlest (and maybe because I carried on about going up there on my own because I was afraid of creepy crawlies), I was allowed to use the toilet in the caravan. Just one of the many upsides to being the youngest.
The caravan in Anglesea is now long gone, replaced by a holiday house which we all still love to visit with our own families and children, on long weekends and school holidays.
Every now and then, my brothers, sister and I time it so we are all down there together with our families (usually minus mum and dad - they'd rather steer clear of the beach house when we all converge there!).
It sure gets tight for room when we are all there at once, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
There is always plenty of ribbing going on, movie marathons, table tennis tournaments, laughs and good times with some of the best people I know.
Mum and us.
The caravan! She was huge!!
View of the Kombi, Caravan and Annex from the front of the block.
David in the Annex. It was well set up with for the boys with LEGO,
trucks and cars they would bring down. Foam boogie boards in the back ground.
Dad and us. (Me with the attention span of a flea.)
Jenny fishing.
Scott at the breakfast table.
Bunk beds were on the right hand side in that end room.
(Scott fell out of that top bunk bed whilst sleeping many a time - classic.)
Me, wearing dads thongs on the swing. Bull ants were always lurking!
Dad with me clinging onto his hair and Jenny in front.
